Bogdan Sebastian Burjan
To end the war between the two kingdoms, Prince Green had to marry Princess Red. As clichés go, the Dragon kidnapped her. Riding a donkey, he set off on a rescue mission. The searching hero got some help too. The Forest Fairy gave him a bag of seeds along the way. Instead of stamina. He headbutted him, pulled his hair, made him trip, pushed him down the stairs. The Dragon was played like a football. He went after the smell. But not in the cellar. In the kitchen. He kicked the door. He saw her. She greeted him with a toothless smile. I've made cabbage rolls for you.
Titela Durnea
How many? 9. Are they enough? Well, they've asked for three each. So they're not enough. How many have you got? I haven't counted, but there can't be more than 20. You knew they would all come. It's not a big deal. They might settle for two. Some settle for one. I'll give them mine. I'm really not in the mood today. They're too cold, I've got a cold, no high spirits. What, can't you heat them up? Have you ever seen anyone drink a warm beer? What beer? What are you talking about? What are YOU talking about? Have you got a fever? Give me some vodka to warm my brain.
Magdalena Aldea
The rough blanket scratched her nose, but she didn't dare look out the window unless she was completely covered. It wasn't the cold in the house that made her gaze freeze, but the dragons disappearing behind the windowsill, the ghosts and skeletons rising from the snow, the drops of water sliding and changing their shape on and on, and the shadow of firs on the ceiling. She was startled by Rex's growl at the winter outside. Then she sank down between her older brothers. They sat like cabbage rolls, wrapped up in the December's end.
(Translated by Alin Sescu / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year II / Corrected by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)
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